Itachi first slipped on his pants and slung the towel he was wearing earlier on his shoulder. Wordlessly, the Uchiha made it to his backpack and took out the calculator. "We don't have the same schedules ever since so you never caught on my habit of taking after school showers."

He strode to his bed and handed the calculator, "Go and finish your homeworks so you can go get your sleep already." When Sasuke took the gadget, Itachi grabbed the prepared house shirt and slipped in over his head.

"...Is that all, Sasuke?"

Sasuke couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed as the pale skin of his brother's stomach was covered by the house shirt.

"Yes... That's all. ...Good-night, Aniki." He bowed his head slightly and exited the room, calculator in hand.

Upon entering his room, he sighed and slid to his desk to do the math homework, finishing in a fairly short amount of time now that he had a calculator.

"Good night, Sasuke."

After seeing to it that the boy was out of the room, he left his own room shortly and went downstairs to the phone.

Fugaku was in front of the television watching international news while Mikoto washed the dishes and plotted out the meals for the next day with the house help.

Itachi dialed up Kisame's number and asked for the shark like man.

"So you got it right?"

"Yes and you have a lot of explaining to do when we get to school."

Kisame blinked on the other side of the line," Say what?"

"To Sasuke. He probably thinks I watch your crap now."

The shark laughed, "You should. He's YOUR brother. But you know the idea of you and...Hehehe."

Itachi didn't respond after a good half minute. Then he spoke again, "That'll be all. Unless you have anything else to say?"

"Nope. Not at all."

"Tomorrow then."

After he finished his homework, Sasuke decided to watch a mindless television show for an hour before going to bed. It was something about ghosts, but he really wasn't paying attention. He was thinking about Itachi.

That smooth, pale skin... his far-too-long lashes. The peircing intensity of his eyes...

Despite Sasuke's intellect, he was still a teenage boy. Teenage boys have needs, and when they can't get someone to help him, they take matters into their own hands. The young Uchiha bit his lip to keep from moaning, but that didn't stop his short pants from coming out.

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Yay for being vague! If we just kinda hint at it, I think we'll still be following the rules. It's a private rp anyway, people shouldn't be reading it.

When he was done with his homework, the senior student took off from his study desk and took a walk around and about the house. It was a habit of his to relax, unwind and even notice the smallest things in the house. Due to this habit of his, Itachi was known for finding the lost things his other family members would misplace or note if anything was amiss in the area.

The place hasn't been vacuumed in a month. It's collecting dust, noted the elder Uchiha as he saw the carpet covered in a thin layer of dust.

Itachi leaned against the pillars of their front porch and looked up the sky. Everything was so ordinary lately but his instincts told him otherwise. It was as if something was brewing and waiting---waiting for the opportune moment to slowly reveal itself.

And he knew whatever it was, it would swallow him whole. No escape for that matter.

In mid thought, the sudden crash of an intruder made interrupted him. It had been very loud that the teenager had poised to attack already.

"...Sorry. It's me Kisame."

Itachi didn't flinch but inside he was surprised. Was his classmate so impatient he couldn't wait to get his DVD box set of vintage anime?

"I'll go get it. Wait here."

Sasuke paused when a loud noise came from his brother's room. He frowned, stopping, and standing up to straighten himself out and tuck his clothes back into place.

He peeked out his door in an attempt to see what was going on, as his problem was still obvious by the bulge in his pants. His cheeks were slightly flushed from what he had been doing.

Suddenly, Itachi exited his room. "Aniki? What was that noise?" He asked quietly, so as not to disturb their parents downstairs.

Itachi had the package and some others -which were still sealed and covered to keep prying eyes not knowing what was inside- with one hand, closing the door with the other, "Nothing."

The raven checked through his CDs. Okay... Extremely old mecha anime that would be too embarrassing to be caught watching. Check. Live porn and animated porn that Kisame also wanted. Check. Though it boggled the genius' logic what was so arousing watching people faking orgasms and artificial looking bodies. Then the most normal out of bunch: a NatGeo documentary about homosexuality in the animal Kingdoms. Wait a minute, not...quite normal either.

If Kisame wasn't his friend, he wouldn't go through the tauntings of the shop keeper whenever he ordered such ridiculous titles.

"Nothing," he repeated. "It's nothing you should be worried about."

Sasuke frowned. His curiousity was officially piqued. "I still want to know. What happened?" He asked again, his lower body still hidden behind the door.

"What are those, anyway? What kind of videos are they?" He questioned, noticing the things in his brother's hands.

The senior blinked at the sight of his brother, hiding his lower body while trying tomake the most of situation. Not to mention the deep crimson that flushed the boy's cheeks. Itachi didn't have a good feeling about this. Clearing his throat, he replied.

"They're not mine. They belong to Kisame."

Surely, Sasuke would be able to put one and one together and figure out already. The Uchiha made his way down the hallway and out of the house to hand over the items to the shark.

"Next time. Use the front door. We also have a door bell by the way."

Kisame frowned as he tore through the area where the spine of the DVDs would be to check, "You're so cruel Itachi-san."

He smirked and folded his arms, waiting for the other. "Well?"

"Complete. Thank you so much... You have no idea how much you've helped me."

"No problem."

Sasuke nodded, going back into his room and shutting the door. Stupid Kisame... They had a front door, you know.

Now that he knew the videos were Kisame's he didn't even want to know what they contained.

He layed down on his bed with an aggravated sigh. He couldn't even think about continuing. It just... didn't seem worth it. He turned off his light, rolled over, and went to sleep.

After seeing to it that Kisame left the premises legally and such, he went to explain to his parents the moment he stepped in the house. Itachi knew they would ask in the first place.

Fugaku frowned and took off his reading glasses, "He was lucky he didn't fall into the anti-thief traps we set up. He would haven't been able to stand up and go to class tomorrow."

The teenager nodded and then asked to be excused as soon as he was done making the issue known. On his way to the stairs, he thought about Sasuke.

The boy was terribly flushed.

Not wasting a minute he marched to his brother's room and checked on him. Itachi knocked three times on the door softly and found no response.

"Sasuke... Are you sick?"

Sasuke blinked and woke up, not entirely asleep to begin with.

"Aniki? No... I'm fine. Why? Uh... You can come in if you want..." Sasuke wasn't fond of talking through doors, he liked to see the person he was talking to. Especially if said person was his brother.

Itachi let out a sigh of relief. He tentatively reached for the handle and was just about to but retreated.

"I'm glad to hear that then. Take care. Good night, Sasuke."

The brother turned away and went his way towards his room.

But something nagged at the back of his mind.

The teen turned to look at the door and then went back. He stepped in and wanted to check on Sasuke personally.

The way Itachi said his name sent a spike of want through the younger teen's body, and he shuddered on the bed. He reached into his bed pants to take care of the problem, biting his lip to hold back a moan, when the door opened.

His eyes widened as he jumped, hand slipping from his pants in an instant. His face practically glowed red in the dark room. "A-Aniki!"

The Uchiha opened the door and continued on inside, not noticing the strategic location where Sasuke's hand was. Itachi went towards the light switch and flipped it on. He stalked towards the boy's bed and comfortably settled by the bedside. "Lately, you seem to be not in the best of moods. You claim not to be sick but something is bothering you clearly. Care to talk about it?"

The raven then turned his gaze on the boy and blinked at the disarray of his clothes. "Did...I catch you at a bad time?"

Sasuke gulped, pulling the blanket to cover up his lap. His brother was in his room... sitting on his bed. Oh God... The thought of what that could lead to in some alternate universe did not help his present situation at all.

"No, I'm fine." He denied, unable to meet his brother's eyes. "Nothing's bothering me, Itachi. I swear."

Itachi made a low growl of annoyance, turning to the side before paying his full attention on the boy. "Really now? You sound like something is bothering you, boy." Sasuke was sure sounding like he was in denial of something though.

He scooted nearer, thinking that perhaps if he used his trademark glare, it would work like a charm. "Though...I'm not one to impose on others really," he said with an empathic tone, "I'll wait for you to talk if need be."

Despite his words, the older raven was really going for the opposite. He wanted answers. NOW. But of course, you had to charm and sway your subject to your side and give them what you wish on a silver platter than to use force. Not that he wasn't any capable.

But this was Sasuke in question.

Hmm...Maybe Kisame was right. He didn't treat the sophomore like a brother enough. Sigh.

Sasuke shuddered, that intense gaze capturing his eyes immediatly. He squirmed slightly, even more turned on by his brother's actions.

"It's... nothing, Aniki. I'm fine, it's not anything you should be worried about."

He didn't break eye contact as he closed their proximity, thrusting his upper body towards his brother and was about to speak then retreated. Strategy. Get the sympathy of your target.

Itachi looked away briefly, turning his eyes beyond the boy's window and spoke, "...Alright. I won't push. I'll give you time." A careful selection of words and if he played the cards right, Sasuke would be sharing in no time.

The raven lazily looked at the sophomore, changing the subject, "So... Will you need the calculator tomorrow?"

Sasuke could practically feel himself being played right into his brother's hands, but made no attempt to stop it.

"I... think I'll be good. Thanks anyway." He looked away from those sharp eyes, the blanket pooled around his waist.

He nodded and stood up, "Good to hear that then. Good night then. Sasuke."

Itachi was somewhat tempted to do something out of character, like kiss the boy on the forehead but realized it would make his plot known. Instead, he opted to smile before finally leaving the room.

Something was about. The raven made it his personal mission to figure it out.

Sasuke sunk down onto his bed with a relieved sigh as Itachi exited the room. That smile had not only made his insides turn to goo, it had also made him fear for his life.

Itachi was most definetly plotting against him. And when his brother wanted to know something... he would find out. But Itachi couldn't know! He barely had him as a brother, if Itachi found out about his shameful feelings... He'd lose him altogether.

Sasuke sighed, opting to turn over and go to sleep for now and deal with his stubborn brother in the morning.

The next day, Itachi found out he was down to one pair of wearable denim jeans and no more decent enough shirts to wear to school. Cursed with a predicament, he found himself forced to wear his semi formal clothes. Pulling out a cuffed and collared polo shirt that was a shade of blood red, he looked for an appropriate belt and his last pair of black denim jeans.
The teenager sorted through his dresser and found his favorite necklace, the only one he really wore a lot, a simple string with a trio of circular pendant and fastened it around his neck. He didn't close his shirt all the way to the collar, preferring to keep it open to show the necklace and his collarbone.

Itachi looked at himself in front of the mirror, checking his shirt and pants and found himself presentable enough.

True enough, this was a somewhat unusual set of dress but what could one do when they were out of options?

He greeted his family one by one when he arrived at the breakfast table. Somehow, his semi formal attire managed to catch Mikoto's eye enough for her to pause her meal and smile at her eldest.

"Good morning."

Sasuke dressed in his normal school attire, running a comb through his hair a few times to get some tangles out before it fell back into it's usual spiked mess.

He entered the dining room with a small yawn hidden behind his hand, noticing his brother's outfit immediatly. Sure, it looked good on him, but it definetly was cause for a raised eyebrow.

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I have Itachi's necklace! I bought it off Amazon! I'm wearing it right now! xD

"You shouldn't tie your hair when it's still wet, Itachi-kun," came Mikoto's concerned voice from across the table. The woman could smell the generic shampoo sweetness from where she sat. Not to mention the slickness of her son's hair was for all to see.

Sighing to himself, Itachi nodded and quickly removed the bind on his wet hair, allowing it to air dry to comply with his mother's wishes. He really wasn't in the mood to be the victim of his mother's attention. Especially since he hadn't had received his laundry just yet. Gods... What a day.

He hid his discomfort and annoyance to the world with silence, going on with his breakfast as if nothing had happened.

Someone was out to get him. He could feel it.
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8D Thought it would be good to mention it here.